Each a marvel of renewal, clouds of seed pillows rest on the bushes.
Like soft filaments of down, they ride on air currents to their destiny.
Dry, gravelly ground yields vivid cornflowers, a contrast of simplicity and symmetry.
Berries like eyeballs stare placidly into the future - all-knowing, all-seeing.
In the the pale light of late summer, all dusty trails lead home.